The family that preys together…- 1

'Like flies they’d hang around, pestering the hell out him until he finally got up the energy to do something about them. And then ‘slam, bam’ dead.' 

“This is how you’re starting it?” Crispin shook his head as he looked over his brother’s shoulder at the screen.

“I thought it would catch the reader’s interest, Spin.”

“Oh it’ll do that, Bry. They’ll wonder what kind of strange kook you’re writing about.”

The smile on Bryant’s face was knowing and challenging. “Us?”

Moving to rest one hip on the edge of the desk Crispin looked at Bryant in feigned surprise. “You’re kidding.”

“Told you I was going to write our story one day.”

“So who’s the ‘he’ in that sentence, you or me?”

“Either/or, does it matter? No one’s going to know anyway. I just haven’t decided whether to tell it all or just start with the next one. Any druthers on your part?”

Crispin tapped his lips reflectively. “The next one for starters. You can always go back and add the others in later.”

“In that case, we’ve got to decide what that one will be.” Bryant clicked on a Word document, bringing up the list and they both studied it. “That one has possibilities, if we can find the right person.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard, all we have to do is drive from here into the city. We’ll see plenty of them. It’s just a case of picking one.”

“Or this, if we feel like taking in a movie.”

“Check and see if there’s one we can tolerate,” Crispin replied, “Something popular and loud, with lots of explosions and car chases.”

Bryant’s smile turned malevolent. “That should draw them in.”